These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

FAREWELL

For PNHS Batch 1997 - 1998, IV DOST and my cadets, with the fondest of  wishes....


Yesterday…
You smiled.
I didn't care.
Nor did I glance.
It was like you weren't there.

Today…
Here I am
Can't help nor accept what I'm feeling for you
Wishful thinking that somehow,
You feel the same way too.
Can't also understand why
You meet every 'Hello" with a 'Bye'.
Are you really that blind not to see
How much your rejection's hurting me?
                   
Tomorrow…                               
You'll be gone
And I, once again,
Will be left here alone.


1998 March 8

Farewell



Yesterday…
You smiled.
I didn’t care.
Nor did I glance.
It was like you weren’t there.

Today…
Here I am
Can’t help nor accept what I’m feeling for you
Wishful thinking that somehow,
You feel the same way too.
Can’t also understand why
You meet every ‘Hello” with a ‘Bye’.
Are you really that blind not to see
How much your rejection’s hurting me?
                   
Tomorrow…                               
You’ll be gone
And I, once again,
Will be left here alone.


1998 March 8
For PNHS Batch 1997 - 1998 IV DOST and my cadets


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